Lyrics

Weeks are short, days are long
Money′s good but the dread outweighs responsibility
Counting down all the hours then a year's gone by
Who am I to complain of a privileged life?
Path is set, good to go
It could all be simple if I didn′t wanna put on a show
Quit your job, move to New York, just you wait and see
I'll go commiserate with eight million other wannabes
Life is short, time's a wasting, your hair′s going gray
Play your fucking guitar, it′s a young woman's game
Live your dreams, how cliche
Lots of girls like to sing but they don′t need validating
Risk it all for the twelve folks who might care
Way to make it a chore, pick a different career
Quit your job, move to New York, just you wait and see
I'll go commiserate with eight million other wannabes
Life is short, time′s a wasting, your hair's going gray
Play your fucking guitar, it′s a young woman's game
See your little girl self, she's the star of the show
And she′s waiting around for her moment to grow
No, she wouldn′t have doubts, only big borrowed dreams
Something's waiting out there and it′s waiting for me
Quit your job, move to New York, just you wait and see
If there's something worth chasing, why not now and why not me?